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I’m picturin’ it now—dim lights, soft music, somebody whisperin’, “The forest is a monster!” like in *Tropical Malady*. That’s the vibe, y’all! Hands kneadin’ you ‘til you forget your name. I heard tell some spots use hot stones—HOT STONES, chile! I was shocked, like, “What in the Sam Hill?!” Burnin’ and lovin’ it? Sign me up, Halleluyer! But then I got happy—shoot, ain’t nothin’ wrong with feelin’ good, ‘specially when life’s kickin’ you in the shins.

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After that chaos, I decide to hit up the local bakery on Via della Libertà. I mean, who can resist fresh pastries, right? I grab a bomb cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling good again, when I see my buddy Marco. He’s all like, “Hey, you wanna join us for lunch?” I’m like, “Heck yes!”

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